As one of the largest inns in Zhangzhou City, the Taiping Inn must not be deserted around it. Walking out of the alley where the inn is located, you will reach the central axis of Zhangzhou City within a few steps. There are teahouses, tailor shops, and fabric shops.
Rice stores, all kinds of shops, large and small, are open in a lively manner, with people shouting and bargaining, and there is a constant flow of people coming and going.
Bouncer Zhu was obviously very familiar with Zhangzhou City. He led a few people into the largest and most impressive restaurant on the street. This restaurant was called "Zuichuntang", and the name had a bit of charm.
The waiter standing at the door saw the four people walking in, and said loudly with a smile on his face, "Old customer, you are here again! It's a good day for you to come. The Yangcheng Drunken Crab newly shipped to our store, you guys can take advantage of it.
Yes, you must give it a try." While welcoming the four people inside, he asked, "You regular guests came early, and there are quite a few seats inside. I will arrange some seats by the river for you regular guests. I guarantee you a few seats.
You will soon be able to see the true appearance of this flying saint."
After Qiao Xianyong heard what the waiter said, he quickly glanced at the faces of the other people. He saw that Zhu Biaoshi and others also had blank expressions on their faces, and they obviously didn't know what the waiter was talking about.
However, the Lei escort did not say anything. He just followed the boy's words and said harshly, "It's up to you. Give us two pots of tea and a few cold dishes first. My brothers have something to talk about. We're in time for lunch.
Just add wine and food. There’s no need for crabs or anything like that. We seaside people can’t get used to the things in the river, so just get some of your old Zhangzhou specialties.”
After hearing what Master Lei said, the waiter knew that the locals could not be coaxed, so he nodded and arranged the few people to a table of Eight Immortals by the window inside, and left to arrange the drinks and dishes.
How many people looked at it.
After the four of them sat down, Qiao Xianyong looked out the window and saw that there was indeed a river outside. It was not very wide, probably less than ten feet, and the water was very clear and bottomless. Occasionally, one or two flower boats could be seen.
After half a minute of burning incense, the waiter brought two teapots and placed four kinds of cold butterflies, peanuts mixed with vinegar, beef with wine and sugar, cold lettuce, dried dried sea rice, etc.
Mao Mao seemed to be fascinated by the scenery outside the window and sighed, "I didn't expect that Zhangzhou City is so big and there is a river in the city!"
Zhu Biaoshi took a sip of tea and said, "You think we are from that small town in Guang'an Town. This is the inland river of Zhangzhou City, called Baima River. According to legend, it was transformed into the little white dragon that was the mount of the eminent monk of the Tang Dynasty. Now
It's early, but it's a little later. The Baima River is very lively. There are cruise ships, wine boats, flower boats, everything! Just wait and watch the excitement."
However, the Lei escort ignored their thoughts of enjoying the scenery and whispered, "Master Zhu, did you hear clearly what the waiter said when we entered the door just now? What is the custom of the Flying Saint Lady? This is not the first time for us to enter.
How come this Zhangzhou city never knows who this empress is?"
A few people were talking, and many people poured in one after another in the restaurant. Within half an hour, dozens of tables in "Zuichuntang" were filled with people dressed in all kinds of costumes.
The waiter carried a big iron pot and kept refilling tea for each table. When he moved to Qiao Xianyong's table, Qiao Xianyong stretched out his hand and pulled the waiter's sleeve and asked in a low voice, "Waiter, is your restaurant usually so full?
"
The waiter in the shop said with a bright face because of the good business today, "To tell you this, our Zuichuntang is one of the largest restaurants in Zhangzhou City. On weekdays, business is very good at noon and evening. But today
The guests did arrive much earlier than usual, and this is also thanks to the blessing of the Flying Virgin Mother!"
Before Qiao Xianyong could continue to ask, the waiter quickly turned around and walked to the table next to him where he was greeted.
The four of them were even more confused and remained speechless. Although they held teacups in their hands and pretended to drink tea, they all listened attentively to what the people nearby were saying.
The table closest to the four people seemed to be the most lively. A man with a sharp mouth and a mole on his face was making a spitting comment, "Everyone, if this Flying Virgin can come to our Zhangzhou city this time, she must do it."
It is said to be a great blessing to our Zhangzhou city!"
There was a man on the table dressed as a scholar with gray hair, stroking a few sparse beards, shaking his head and saying, "Guo Hou'er, your bragging problem is still the same after all these years. In my opinion, except for Confucius and Mencius,
Apart from that, there is nothing worthy of worshiping and worshiping this person. How important is the Flying Virgin Mother? I see how many people have poured into Zhangzhou City in the past few days, all coming for this goddess. It is really big.
No need, no need." After saying that, he blew a few of his beards and sighed.
Several other people did not agree with the old scholar's statement, but they all said that they asked Guo Hou'er to tell the origin of the Flying Virgin Mother.
Guo Hou'er himself didn't have any serious job. Every day he just walked around the streets chatting with people and having some tea and food. At this time, these people's questions aroused his conversation, and he was
He poured a full cup of tea and said slowly, "This Flying Virgin has a great history."
Not only did the people at Guo Houer's table quiet down and wait for him to speak, but Qiao Xianyong and others, although they pretended to look out the window, also listened intently to Guo Houer's voice. Apart from these two tables, Qiao Xianyong noticed that there were many people at Guo Houer's table.
On the other side of Hou'er's table, at the Eight Immortals table, a man and a woman were sitting, also frowning and staring at Guo Hou'er without hesitation, seeming to be extremely interested in the story he was about to blurt out. This
One of the two people was sitting closer to Guo Hou'er. He was a mother-in-law with gray hair in rich clothes. The other person had a refined temperament and was shaking a folding fan. He seemed to be in his thirties.
"According to legend, the Flying Virgin came from Persia, and today she is the forty-fifth generation of the Virgin. This first-generation Virgin, according to legend, is a saint in the ancient Persian religion, the god of subduing demons, and represents time, power, and death.
and rebirth. This Flying Virgin is also known as the dark night of time in Persia. In other words, this saint is moody and angry, good and bad at times, but has boundless power and can summon all the gods, demons and monsters in the world for her.
Effectiveness." Guo Hou'er said mysteriously.
The other people at the same table as Guo Hou'er didn't ask any questions, but only heard a sneer coming from the Eight Immortals table next door where only a man and a woman were sitting.
When Guo Hou'er heard the laughter, he didn't get angry. He turned his head and looked at the Eight Immortals table seriously and said, "Grandma, please tell me, Xiaosheng's story is too interesting? Otherwise, why are you laughing?"